Eric Blakeney's goosy crime comedy is a potpourri of ill-conceived plot threads and scatological cracks that misfire. Liam Neeson's Charlie is an undercover DEA agent with a bad case of irritable-bowel syndrome who nonetheless soldiers forth to bring down a money-laundering scheme involving a don-in-waiting (Oliver Platt), his Wall Street weenie (the nasal and annoying Andy Lauer), and a pair of gay Colombian drug dealers. With the big takedown looming, Charlie eases his dysfunctions through group therapy and visits to a gastroenterologist, where, at the end of a hose, he falls for Sandra Bullock. Neeson looks pained and the affable Bullock, who also serves as producer, gets to deliver all the shit jokes, the biggest of them being this film.